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What did Theresa do last night?

If you guessed sleep, you are DEAD FUCKING WRONG. Last night’s overpriced hamburger didn’t go down well. It was the first time I’ve managed to get food poisoning (how do you “get” food poisoning? don’t you just poison yourself? weird) since I’ve been at post. I get home, a little tispy and a lot tired, only to find out that my GODDAMNED STUPID CAT has pooped all over my room....

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Man, I forgot how freaking hard preparing lessons is. I’ve spent the last few days coming up with a comprehensive outline for an HTML/ CSS class, complete with homework assignments and accompanying examples . . . in French. And I’m not done yet. It’s frustrating because I could teach the classes by the seat of my pants, but I know that it’ll be easier in the long run if I...

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It never rains but it pours.

It’s bizarre how this entire country shuts down when it rains. It’s not that it slows, or that a few people close up shop. When it pours, everything STOPS. Normally, this isn’t too terrible a thing. It rains in the afternoon, so shops close early, and everyone gets a free evening (provided they can find a moto-taxi willing to take them home, of course). Yesterday, I was late coming back...

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Franklin is fucking stupid.

I named my kitten last night. Franklin. He still thinks his name is “YOU ARE SO FUCKING STUPID,” but we’re going to work on that. The damn thing is adorable. He’s also vocal about what he wants, which is important, because otherwise I’d probably forget to feed him. Loud, obnoxious, adventurous, likes to play . . . we get along well, if it’s not already obvious. ;) “How can you...

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CAT!!!

I got a cat!!!!! Got an email from my post-mate yesterday, “Hey, Theresa, um, I have your cat, want to come over and get it?” Turns out, he’s had the damn thing since Saturday, but had no way of getting in touch with me. Go figure. We had dinner, and played with the cats, and I took mine home. For a brief while, I was just going to call it...

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Kitty love

Kitten-proofed the house last night. That was a nightmare. Turns out it’s pretty hard to get chemicals, medicine, and cleaning agents out of reach when you DON’T HAVE ANY FURNITURE. Luckily, I am a super-duper-resourceful PCV . . . and my bookcases finally came last night, which helped out a lot. Cat today or tomorrow! Yeah! Not that I’m excited or anything.оптимизация под google

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Days like yesterday

Days like yesterday make it worth it. I felt like a Peace Corps Volunteer (as opposed to an expatriated IT professional), which is an incredible feeling. The day started out well, with an English club that had asked me to act as a guest speaker. I gave a brief (although simplified and stereotyped) introduction to our regions, by culture and geography, then an airport vocabulary lesson. Then the tough part...

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In which t talks about food.

Oh, God. Food. Among PCVs, food is possibly the only topic of conversation more popular than the previous day’s bowel movements. Turns out, food is comfort, and familiar food is often what we miss the most on a daily basis. I live in the Big City, so in theory, I should be able to get all of the Western food I want. Oh wait. Most grocery stores are a 600CFA...

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Chez Theresa

My place is actually pretty Western. I live in a 2-story apartment building, with a big courtyard in the center. There are about 25 apartments, although several open onto the street in back, so I never see those people. Chez t has a bedroom, a salon (living room/ receiving room), a hallway, a kitchen, and a bathroom. Yep, I even have a shower in my bathroom (although no hot water, which isn’t a big deal, because I’m usually soaked in sweat when I wake up anyway).

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Dear Internet, Why am I addicted to you? Love, Theresaпродвижение магазин